The kitchen came down, the bedroom, too and the basement was dug yesterday. Two and a half walls were constructed and we dropped into bed. At 3 am my honey got up and finished the walls. We were to get them into the hole and set up before the cement came. Didn't happen. 7:30 this morning the redi-mix truck came in. This guy was great. He waited for over an hour as my husband and a friend made forms. Now the basement floor is poured and finished and we have two walls in the hole. One is still waiting on the flatbed to go in. The man who owns the excavator we hired has left it here for us to use until tomorrow. Between him, the redi-mix driver and our friend Luke, God has truly blessed this endeavor. Luke was here at 4 am to help with walls and the cement. He is a rare friend. Always volunteering to help. He's painting our daughter's Camaro just because.
Only one hitch in the plans so far, that I can tell, I went to wash a load of clothes a bit ago and heard the rushing of water. Running into our existing basement, I watched a river of wash water pour into it. I'd better go and check if the toilet still has a drain. Uck! I think the extra PVC pipe we pulled out wasn't so extra after all.
Pictures are coming.
From Glory Farm